THE VOICE FROM NOWHERE
To this day, I believe that God saved me because
I was too weak to save myself. A trip to the grocery store is
rarely a life-changing experience. But for me, on the afternoon
of January 10, 1972, it was.
I welcomed the opportunity to get out of the
house for a few moments of peace. I even drove to Giant Food, a
grocery store farther from the house, because they carried
clothes, books, and items that were not in most food stores then.
All I really needed was milk and bread. I was disappointed when
I discovered that I had forgotten my checkbook and had very
little money with me. Shopping was sometimes therapeutic, and I
needed that with all the turmoil.
I walked past the book section and was drawn to a
small paperback with a blue cover. As I was reading the title on
the front, Search for the Truth, by
Ruth Montgomery, a loud voice
right behind me said, "Buy that book!"
(more on Ruth M's books on the AFTERLIFE)
I turned around to see who had made such a
There was no one there! No
one! I was the only person in the entire department. I even
looked in back of the bookshelves to see if someone was hiding
and playing a joke on me. No one was there. My heart began to
race. Something unusual had happened. I didn't even know the
word "paranormal" at the time, but had I, it would have been
appropriate to describe my experience.
I bought the book, climbed into the car, and
headed for home. I was still shaken by the voice, wondering what
it meant. I reasoned that if a voice out of nowhere told me to
read a book, at least I'd consider reading it. I didn't tell
Richard about the voice. He would have thought I was
crazy-crazier than he already thought I was. I couldn't wait to
read the book. I felt as if something wonderful was about to
happen, but I had no idea what.
The book was fascinating. Ruth Montgomery, a
former political writer during several presidential
administrations, wrote convincingly about her experiences with
her guides and helpers from the spirit plane. People who had
died spoke to her. They dictated books from the "other side." I
was intrigued by her story - even more so when she revealed that
everyone had such guides.
Ruth Montgomery's guides told her that people
lived after they died, discarding their physical bodies. They
worked and learned on the spirit plane, and they were able to
communicate with us on the physical plane.
Ruth Montgomery wrote that a man named Edgar
Cayce had been able to lie down, go to sleep, and travel into
the spirit realm. He then began speaking and bringing
information from that realm. It was dramatically clear that it
was accurate information that was completely unknown to him when
he was awake. These "life readings," as they were called, had
brought help and healing to many people.
The book read like sacred scripture to me. It
filled in all the places I had always thought were missing. It
spoke to my soul, my heart, my mind. I felt as if I'd been
asleep most of my life and had just awakened. I was so excited I
couldn't sleep or eat.
I felt intuitively that the
truths this book contained could change people's lives because
no one ever had to fear death. People who died could still
communicate if we learned how to listen. A few of them were even
assigned as guides, for periods of time, to help those of us who
were still living. How wonderful!
The next morning, after a sleepless night, I rose
early and sat alone in the living room in the blue reclining
chair. I often sat there to relax and think when all the
children were asleep or at school. My thoughts were filled with
the revelations in Ruth Montgomery's book. As I tried to make
sense of what I had read, I looked at the wall. Something moved!
There were pictures on the wall, moving pictures! Some were of
people I knew; some were of me. It was like a movie, and somehow
I knew the scenes I was viewing were yet to happen. This was the
future. I was amazed and blinked my eyes. I discovered I could
still see the pictures with my eyes closed. I relaxed and
allowed it to happen.
Besides future happenings, I saw what seemed to
be visions from the past. A battlefield with soldiers appeared,
as if I was viewing it from a hill. Men in armor with swords and
spears were fighting one another. It reminded me of Roman
soldiers from a movie, but a movie I hadn't seen. I could see
the maneuvers in a 360 degree circle from atop a hill, yet I was
watching from my chair. How was that possible? I watched for a
long time. No one seemed to be winning, although men were
falling down and dying in battle. Then the "movie" stopped.
I was amazed. But as if that weren't enough, a
voice began to speak to me, then another voice, then another.
There were three distinct voices. They identffied themselves as
my guides. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them just as if
they were speaking out loud, only the voices were inside my
head. I wondered if I was going crazy. The voices assured me I
wasn't crazy at all, just finally able to hear them. They told
me they had once been alive in physical bodies but were now
assigned as my guides and had been waiting to communicate with
me when I was ready to listen. They said that they were
assigned to me for the next few years, would never interfere
with my free will, and that I could stop their voices at any
time, just by asking. They further said they didn't have all the
answers, but if I asked them things they didn't know, they would
try to find the answers from those with more wisdom.
My mind was racing with confusion and disbelief,
but my guides were patient and understanding. They suggested
that the next day at 2:00 P.M., before the children came home
from school, I sit at my typewriter. They would talk to me, and
I could type what they said so I wouldn't forget it. It didn't
dawn on me to say no. They told me they could see the pathway
only somewhat more clearly in all directions than I could.
Further, one of the guides told me that I had been meditating
all my life, not even realizing it, during the times I sat
silently and reflected about my life. Another said that I should
never be aftaid because my prayers had created an aura of
protection around me. They said I should always pray before
receiving guidance, and I would continue to have that protection.
If anything was ever revealed that made me uncomfortable, I
could challenge it until I felt at ease with the information. If
I still felt doubtful, I could refuse to listen or accept it. In
that way, I would not be misled. I didn't tell anyone of the
experiences. People would have thought I had lost my mind, even
if my guides assured me I hadn't.
Shortly before 2:00 P.M. the next day, I pulled
out my manual typewriter, set it on the dining room table, and
placed a clean sheet of paper through the roller. I was a fast
typist and this was an easy mode of expression for me. Still, I
was somewhat embarrassed. It felt kind of silly. Perhaps I had
imagined the voices. Maybe I would sit there at my typewriter
and nothing would happen. I began to pray.
Promptly at 2:00 P.M., one of the voices began to
speak. I looked around to see its source. It seemed to be coming
into my head from outside to the left but, again, I was hearing
it inside my head. Then another voice spoke from behind me, and
another to my right.
The voices said to breathe deeply and relax, not
to be afraid, and to begin my meditation with a prayer. I
repeated the prayer they gave me: "I ask for the very highest
spiritual guidance to come through. I ask to be protected by the
white Christ light and to be a clear, pure channel of truth. May
all things I receive be helpful and hopeful."
Then the voices instructed me to wait until I saw
a white cross. That would be the sign from the Spirit that only
the highest and purest guidance would come. I did so, and when I
saw the cross I prepared to begin.
"Listen, so your own thoughts won't intrude, and
type what you hear," the guides instructed. I listened, and
began to type the words I was given. Often, I stopped typing and
questioned them. They instructed me as if I were a child just
learning to read or write. Sometimes they gave me one letter at
a time until I got it correct and then a word at a time when my
thoughts wandered. They explained that they were communicating
with me at a soul level, telepathically, putting their words
into my thoughts. Their thoughts could enter my head if I would
allow them to.
I discovered years later when using biofeedback
equipment, that the act of "listening" would alter my
consciousness to an alpha or theta brain wave pattern. At the
time, I knew only that when they said "Listen," something
happened and then I heard them clearly. I often described it as
"clicking down" to hear. The information given to me ranged
through many subjects such as how the world was created, life
after death, the work I was to do, and my children. There was
also information about other lifetimes, other incarnations. They
spoke about a God of love, about Jesus, about wars and man's
inhumanity to man. True to their promise, when I questioned
something, they carefully explained and let me ask as many
questions as I wished.
Nothing was ever given that didn't make sense.
When they didn't know an answer, they told me they would try to
find out before our next session, and they usually did. The
guidance continued for an hour.
When I asked them who they
were, they asked me to just use their initials, J and M and G.
One said he had been a writer and that I would know his name. It
was not important who he was; instead, I needed to concentrate
on receiving the information he had to share. Another said I
wouldn't know who he was but others might, and he didn't want to
detract from the guidance by revealing his identity. The other
said I didn't know him but had known him in another place at
The pictures on the wall continued, but by now I
knew I was seeing them inside my head, without my physical eyes,
and I could turn them on and off. They were not always
significant things, but they were evidential in that I saw them
before they happened, and I continued to see things that seemed
to be from the past. All the while; as I continued to listen,
the ability to communicate with my guides became stronger and
Later, filled with joy and hope at what was
happening to me, I thought this might help to heal my marriage,
too. I begged Richard to read Ruth Montgomery's book, but he
wasn't interested in it. I talked to Stephen and the children
about some of what was happening, but I didn't want them to get
in trouble with their dad until I saw where all of this was
I was growing and gaining faith and confidence,
but in the beginning things changed very little. Richard refused
to listen to my gentle urging that he share in my discoveries.
More and more, the children and I formed a bond that did not
include Richard, but did include a growing faith in a loving God
and a hope for a better future.
End extract of this part of book.